Blind girl

Collected by Oma Kilgore For Mary Celestia Parler Transcribed by Oma Kilgore
Sung by Oma Kilgore Fayetteville, Arkansas August 14, 1959
Reel 287-288, Item 8
The Blind Girl
They tell me father that tonight You wed another bride That you will clasp her in your arms Where my dear mother died.
That she will lay her graceful head, Upon your manly breast Where her who now lies cold in death In life's last hours did rest.
They say her name is Mary, too The name my mother bore.
But father, is she kind and true Like her you loved before
And is her steps so soft and low Her voice so sweet and mild And do you think that she will love Your blind and helpless child?
Please, father, do not bid me come To meet your loving bride I could not meet her in the room Where my dear mother died.
Her picture is hanging on the wall Her books are lying there.
And there's the harp her finger touched And there's her vacant chair.
The chair where by her side I knelt
To say my evening prayer
Dear father, it would break my heart.
I could not meet her there.
(Cont'd)The Blind Girl
Reel 287-288, Item 8
Continued
I love you but I want to go To that bright home on high Where, God is mighty and I know There'll be no blind eyes there
And as I cry myself to sleep As now I often do Then softly to my chamber creep My new mamma and you
And bid her gently press a kiss Upon my troubled brow Just as my own dear mamma Papa you're weeping now.
Now let me kneel down by your side And to our Savior pray That God's right hand may lead you both Through Life's dark weary way.
The prayer was murmured soft and low Dear papa, I'm weary now.
He gently raised her in his arms And laid her on the bed.
And as he turned to leave the room One joyful cry was given.
He turned and caught the last sweet smile His blind girl was in Heaven.
They laid her by her mother's side And raised a marble stone On it, engraved these simple words There'll be no blind ones there.

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Collected by Oma Kilgore For Mary Celestia Parler Transcribed by Oma Kilgore
Sung by Oma Kilgore Fayetteville, Arkansas August 14, 1959
Reel 287-288, Item 8
The Blind Girl
They tell me father that tonight You wed another bride That you will clasp her in your arms Where my dear mother died.
That she will lay her graceful head, Upon your manly breast Where her who now lies cold in death In life's last hours did rest.
They say her name is Mary, too The name my mother bore.
But father, is she kind and true Like her you loved before
And is her steps so soft and low Her voice so sweet and mild And do you think that she will love Your blind and helpless child?
Please, father, do not bid me come To meet your loving bride I could not meet her in the room Where my dear mother died.
Her picture is hanging on the wall Her books are lying there.
And there's the harp her finger touched And there's her vacant chair.
The chair where by her side I knelt
To say my evening prayer
Dear father, it would break my heart.
I could not meet her there.
(Cont'd)The Blind Girl
Reel 287-288, Item 8
Continued
I love you but I want to go To that bright home on high Where, God is mighty and I know There'll be no blind eyes there
And as I cry myself to sleep As now I often do Then softly to my chamber creep My new mamma and you
And bid her gently press a kiss Upon my troubled brow Just as my own dear mamma Papa you're weeping now.
Now let me kneel down by your side And to our Savior pray That God's right hand may lead you both Through Life's dark weary way.
The prayer was murmured soft and low Dear papa, I'm weary now.
He gently raised her in his arms And laid her on the bed.
And as he turned to leave the room One joyful cry was given.
He turned and caught the last sweet smile His blind girl was in Heaven.
They laid her by her mother's side And raised a marble stone On it, engraved these simple words There'll be no blind ones there.